Not Alone

"Princess Airia?"

The lovely strong girl in her tight green uniform and fluttering golden locks from a few minutes ago was now hiding behind Master Yves, an old man. Though, a wizard.

"Ye… yes… *gulp*" she answered the red-haired woman.

The courage she had radiated some seconds ago was now up in the sky inside her flying machine. Even her Green Squad couldn't help but widen their eyes in astonishment. Their leader, their Captain, and their General who had guided them fearlessly through the countless battles and had always been the last to retreat to give them an escape route. That same Captain was now hiding behind an old man, well, it was said that he was a powerful Wizard famous in the Kingdom of Eylos, but nevertheless, an old man. A shaky old man.

"I… I am sorry," Airia said in a small voice, though no one knew why she was saying that and to whom. "That time, it… it was all an act, you see, I… I am an actress, and I already paid you."